Hey.
"We need to talk."
Come in. So, what's going on, man?
What brings you here?
Right. In fairness,
I do that a lot less than when we started.
Let's get you up there.
Whew!
How much do you weigh?
No more chicken fingers.
What? Yes! I had garlic.
You don't like it? Don't kiss me.
All right.
Now the easy part.
Don't worry, JJ.
It's not as hard as it looks.
Get back up there!
Move another day!
All right.
Finally.
Ah, come on, man!
No!
Oh!
Okay, buddy. What do you need to say?
"I want to live here."
I can't see why that would be a problem.
"My mom went from
'You can do anything'
to 'Who's going to take JJ?'...
Deciding my..." F...
"future without me there."
"Are we going to talk about
that picture of you with a mohawk?"
We are not.
I don't know, man.
Running away...
JJ, you know I love you.
You know I'm looking out for you...
always.
But I got to... Damn!
What wheelchair-hating monster designed this place?
JJ, I can't let you do it.
I got to take you back.
I'm sorry, buddy.
Ow!
See?
We were so scared of this conversation.
It's really not that unpleasant.
We're going to die.
And you're going to die.
JJ will die, but until then,
the not-dead one of you will be there,
or, after that, your children.
Who will also die.
Okay.
Fun. Good.
All right.
Dad, can I ask you one other thing
about all this JJ stuff?
Uh, oh, oh...
Oh, hey!
You know what I just remembered?
Haven't you guys been bugging me for a while
to go out for steak?
Yes, with my own baked potato.
None of that "family potato" noise.
Call that fancy steakhouse in town.
Tell them we're coming.
But, Dad, we just ate dinner.
No... Okay. Go to the car.
Go to the car. Daddy's gonna feed you.
JJ was here? He heard us?
He did. It was a real saloon door to the face.
What? 20 years in this country,
and I still don't understand your colorful expressions.
Poor JJ. How is he?
I'm bringing him home, but he's upset,
so just hear him out.
Don't do anything weird or cute.
Don't DiMeo this up.
Darling, I'm so sorry.
Anything we said, we said with love and respect.
But still, it was wrong.
We shouldn't have had any talk about your future
without you there...
period.
So we shall pay.
The Carolina reaper pepper...
hottest pepper known to man...
2.2 million Scoville units.
The jalapeño, by comparison, has only 2,500.
We have hurt you, and now it is our turn to hurt.
One, two...
You DiMeo'd it.
Ah, thank God.
For a second there,
I actually thought we were gonna...
It's in my eyes! End this!
Get a gun and shoot me in the face!
We just wanted to show you how sorry we all feel.
"You" S-H... "should."
"Mom, you said"...
Oh, he's yelling at me.
Someone else read it... can't yell at myself.
On it.
"Mom said I couldn't live on my own,
and, Dad, you didn't think to"...
He's yelling at me. Dylan!
Ray, hurry.
I'm gonna yell for JJ, but you're next.
Ray: Is there an ETA on that gun?
"You think I'm a" B-U... "burden."
"A" H-O... "Hot potato to pass around."
See? I told you he was mad.
"I'm mad at you, too."
Me?!
"You brought me home."
Because your problems can't be solved by running away.
You were running away? That's why you were at Kenneth's?
Uh-huh. Oh, and you just brought him back
like he was some bull that went over the neighbor's fence?
You don't think JJ has a right to run away?
What is this?
He has the same rights as anybody else.
If he were any other teen, he'd be halfway to Provo by now.
Provo? Runaway capital of the world.
You wanted to run away?
Do you still want to run away?
Then the fact that you use a wheelchair
should not stop you from getting what you want.
Let's get you packed, JJ.
I'm running you away...
from me.
Can you drop me off at the hospital first?
Wow.
Mom and JJ are still going at it.
Did you notice anything odd
about the whole "fancy steakhouse" thing?
Yeah. You ordered the chicken.
What is wrong with you?
No.
The whole thing was a diversion.
Dad got all weird when Mom left
and I asked about JJ.
It's like emotional talks short-circuit his brain.
You're right.
Imagine all the stuff we could get from him
if we use this against him.
You don't think he's too savvy for that?
The man's e-mail password is the number four,
and that's only because we had to reset it for him
three times.
Right... pants, socks, shirt, got all of that.
What else do we need?
"To get a" G-R... "grip."
Now, where are we going, and why are you running away?
Is it adventure or are you sending a message?
"To see what I can do alone."
Well, you will be alone...
with me.
"You can't do everything for me."
Why? Why can't I?
Nobody tells me what I can and can't do for my son,
even my son.
"Fine, but we go wherever I want."
Yeah, well, you don't scare me.
"I'll need my" S-L... "sleeping bag,
my passport"...
Yeah, that's the spirit. Done.
"And money."
You stole 40 bucks from your mum...
broke her heart.
Hey, guys.
Everything okay?
Sounds like Mom and JJ are talking
about some pretty heavy stuff.
Yeah, I have a bunch of...
feelings and whatnot
I-I want to say.
Okay. Sounds good.
Or... Liking this.
There is a new video game we wanted to get.
Take my card.
If anyone asks, the password is the number five.
Can we drink soda and sleep on the roof?
Sure. Can I swear?
Which words., , and.
Yes.
What about?
Quietly.
Good talk.
Yeah.
All right, time to say goodbye to our little runaway.
Listen, JJ, maybe I shouldn't have rushed you home.
I'm sorry.
"Hey, Mom, Kenneth used to be a"...
No.
Stop it.
"Kenneth used to be a flamboyant college basketball star."
Kenneth used to be a flamboyant college basketball star?
It's no big deal.
Are you kidding?
It's a huge deal!
Are we good with this? We are.
There's another winner in this house?
Not now.
Yeah! Winners! Yeah.
Full force.
I usually have to cut it in half for these guys.
Punks.
Maya: Still no idea where you want to go, eh?
Oh, well. If you see something, ring me up here.
Ah. Ah, darling, darling...
No, no. No, this was a bad idea...
bad idea.
Casino?
What? Ow! You're gambling
with both our lives already, darling.
Okay, okay.
You were a winner.
The basketball thing?
It was no big deal.
You were one of the highest-rated forwards
in the country.
They called you The Grim Leaper.
You had a mohawk.
Huh. That was a fun photo shoot.
Dario really let me play.
No, no, no... Don't go.
Finally, another person
who has the spirit of a champion.
I've been living in Jabroni city over here.
It's good to meet you...
friend.
Dylan, it's true.
I was a champion.
A Grim Leaper.
I had fame, fans,
a fondness for Fatboy Slim's "Rockafeller Skank,"
and you know what?
I regret every second of it.
Why? Because of what it made me...
so full of myself.
I took gifts from the boosters...
a car, cash, Fatboy Slim CDs.
I got busted for it, got dropped from the team,
had to sell the Corvette...
I crashed.
Hard. And that's how you became this?
Girl, you were hugging me six seconds ago.
This is the best!
Dad hasn't said no to a single thing yet.
What's next? I've got a flamboyant college athlete to fix.
Think you can keep the gravy train going for a while?
Choo-choo, baby.
Call me biscuits 'cause I want that gravy.
No.
I'm not gonna stop you. You're the runaway.
Excuse me... no one under 18 on the casino floor.
18?
He's my husband.
Yeah, he's 36. I mean, would they let a child
be the third most successful dentist in St. Paul?
Rude.
"Why are we married?"
Because we love each other.
Hey, Dad.
I feel like our conversation about JJ got interrupted,
and now he's run away,
and I'm ready for our talk...
our... our heavy talk.
How would you like a lollipop?
Not interested.
Maybe there's something you do want.
There is.
I want a robe.
What?
That's right.
And you better deliver, or else,
I don't know what to tell you, pal.
It is gonna get real heavy.
So that's what you... you want? A robe?
Like a lady in a lotion commercial?
No, like a boy in repose.
Do you want to be a boy in repose?
What kind of robe? Like a kimono?
Just forget I asked.
What did he do?
He asked me for a robe.
Oh, come on, Ray!
We're using him for good stuff.
What kind of kid wants to wear a robe?
And what kind of robe? He won't say.
Well, is it like a silky Hugh Hefner robe,
or like a fluffy grandma robe?
It is a gray, ankle-length, Turkish terry-cloth boys' robe
with side-flaps for superior breathability.
Gah!
Stay.
21!
"18."
Yeah, well, I can't do math. I'm far too excited.
Dealer busts. You are on a role, mister.
Are you tired, darling?
Have you had enough?
Should we go home?
"So you give up?"
I do not. You just seemed tired.
S-U-D... "Suddenly I have a lot more energy."
All right, fine.
Where to next, then?
"L'Erotica"? I think not'ica.
You want to go here with your mother?
L-U-C... "Luckily, she's not here."
Yo, Dylan!
You texted something about an accident
and asthma and a mean dog?
Yeah, I wasn't sure what would get you here.
But now that you are...
I don't believe what you said about being happier now.
I think you miss being the Grim Leaper,
and I'm gonna dunk on your face till I bring him out.
Good.
Yes!
Come on! Rub it in!
Give me some trash talk.
Here, here... I'll help you.
I'm gonna murder your family,
then eat them 'cause you're bad at sports.
We done? What is wrong with you?
Look, where's the fire?
Where's this Kenneth?
That guy's gone.
This guy's much happier.
I don't miss my old life at all.
Then why is there a Corvette key hanging around your neck?
What?
Okay. Maybe I do miss that.
A lot.
Do you know where it is now?
I sold it like 20 years ago.
But when I drove past it this morning,
it was in front of the owner's house.
Let's go.
Okay. Let's do it.
It's just me and my man going to a naked-lady place.
Ahh. No, hold on, hold on, hold on.
I can't... I can't do it. I can't do it.
You win. You win.
Please, just come home with me.
"Like everything, it's always 'with you.'"
I mean, that's ridiculous.
You can do plenty on your own.
"Oh, really?
Name one other person like me who does."
Oh, please.
I can think of someone right off the top of my head.
"Look me in the eye and tell me
it's not Wheels from"... Yeah, no.
It's Wheels from Burger King Kids' Club.
Okay, fine. Thank you, detective.
"You want to help me"?
Yes, yes.
"Understand...
you can't do everything for me."
I do understand, JJ.
"If you did, you'd leave me alone.
Can you?"
I can.
Good luck finding a wife who's as good a mom as I am.
I manipulated you, Dad.
It was wrong.
So, would you wear anything under the robe?
Forget the robe.
I-I used you.
For something so small,
so weird. Why?
I mean, we're always on top of each other here.
I share a room.
The towels are not large or clean.
A robe would allow a modest young man like me
a modicum of privacy.
Okay.
I get that.
It's a nice, small problem.
I may want to run away from the big ones sometimes,
but that makes it all the more satisfying
when I can solve one of the little ones.
Is the robe getting traction?
Ooh, stop talking before I decide
this is one of the bigger problems.
Pretty girl.
Wheelchair badass.
A wheelchair badass!
Ooh!
JJ, I found future you.
I found you.
Oh, my God, future JJ drives.
No, come back!
No, no! No, hey!
So this is it?
What happened to her?
It's really dirty.
I know. But...
you should've seen us back in the day...
cruising, blasting tunes,
eating burgers with no regards for calories.
I bet the key still works.
I bet you're right.
Maya:
Future JJ drives like me.
Lee: Let's take a money bath, right?
Yeah. Yea...
What? What the hell?
I told the other one at the casino.
I won that money fair and square.
I am not some Rain Man guy, okay?
Stay away, lady!
I will use this!
No, no need for that.
Hello.
I mean, look at you.
You got everything.
You got a cool car, a girlfriend,
a cute little gun thingy.
Did she just call my gun cute?
It's not a gun. It's a Taser.
Well, she doesn't need to know that.
Please, yo-you got to come with me.
You have to meet my son.
He's got C.P.
Oh, not a special-needs mom.
It's really late for one of you guys.
No, no, but you got to come with me.
Please. I mean you no harm.
My name's Maya, by the way.
Hi, I'm... whoa!
Oh, God! Oh, no!
I am so sorry!
My hand spasmed.
It's okay.
My JJ gets those, too.
Whoo! Let's do this!
This is very wrong.
The only reason why we're doing this
is because it's even more wrong
to let Sarah J go this long without a bath.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Dylan, meet Sarah J.
Sarah J, meet a girl who can't play D.
Are you trash-talking about our game?
Ah, something about being in this car.
Also...
is it a game if you never scored?
Nice.
See, this is a Kenneth I can get behind.
Hey, this is a Kenneth Kenneth can get behind.
As much as I like my life now,
it's good to Grim Leap a little.
Did you have a chant?
A motto or something?
A war cry?
In fact, we did.
Go team!
Good.
It's really good.
This is nice.
And those guys thought it was weird.
Mm, didn't say it wasn't weird.
You know, Ray, sometimes I do have trouble
talking about the big stuff, but maybe from now on,
if you want to,
we can put on our robes and get real.
We can call it "Robe Talk."
Or it doesn't have a name.
Thanks, Dad.
Pretty sure this goes without saying, but...
further down the line,
whatever JJ wants or needs,
I'm on it.
It does not go without saying.
Appreciate you saying it.
You do have something under it, right?
JJ. Oh, there you are.
I'm sorry I left you, sweetheart.
"I'm sorry I hurt your feelings."
It's okay.
We're here for a reason.
This is Lee.
I found him getting into his fancy car
with his lovely girlfriend.
This is JJ.
Hey.
I thought he might be able to help you.
It's the least I could do after I put 50,000 volts
through your mom.
Not all bad.
Recharged my phone. Great.
Well, I'll let you two talk.
I'll just be over there.
Give us a second.
So, man, what do you want to know?
Get as many girls on your lap as possible.
I love your laser...
Take my number.
And you know what?
I'm actually really glad your mom got us together.
She's, uh, a good lady.
Mine was, uh,
every bit as, um...
"Let's call it"
P-A-S... "passionate."
You know, mine did everything for me,
and I let her,
but it kind of kept me from doing things for myself.
I guess what I'm trying to say is...
you're gonna have to make some space for yourself
if you ever want to live your life.
You know?
Thank you.
I'm sorry I shot you.
Ah.
See you later, JJ.
You happy?
So, can I give you what you need, or what?
You think you got what it takes?
Oh, you woke the dragon, little girl.
Now he's hungry.
You're going down.
First one to reach for the milk...
Both: Loses.
Ready.
Set.
Go!
You finished yours?
'Cause I could go for another one.
The trash-talking is making it worse.
Mommy!
Going Zen. Gonna meditate through it.
Hummmm...
mmmaaaagh!
Oh
Agh! Agh!
There's nothing happening!
Yeah!
Drink the milk!
Some of us are trying to luxuriate.
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